#sad times...........

“ a friend? “ he hums aloud, fingers lacing together within his lap as he sits cross-legged within the grass. “ i do not know. i have never had a friend. “ he lies, but it passes as nought but the truth. though, it only half a lie. he has had a friend, but they were not friend-like. they were not kinder than they ought to have been, did not shelter him from any storm. they were cruel, different to himself. gerwyn tilts his head some. “ i suppose friends are there to.. make life seem worth it. or something similar to that. “